VOICE: The Glenn Beck program presents more truth behind America's March to Socialism.

GLENN: Well, here we are standing on the precipice of government‑run healthcare. Finally all of the 80 bajillion people, which is an accurate number, 80 bajillion. We counted last time. Well, we had ACORN count for us. They are uninsured in America and they are all going to be covered. Critics will say, where are you going to get the money for all this? We can't afford this. Oh, isn't it just like those people? Sure, it's costly, $1.5 trillion even after Nancy Pelosi's millionaire tax. They are not even going to miss the money being gone. But there's still a one before the point that we have to come up with somehow, some way. Riddle me this, Batman, what's more costly? Mortgaging a trillion dollars we don't have or leaving innocent, cute, cuddly children without eyelids uninsured? I don't know about you, but I lose sleep at night knowing that there are a gazillions of ‑‑ we had ACORN count, gazillions of children in this world who lie in bed with their eyes wide open, dust particles and lint just falling there on their eyelidless eyes as they dream of getting healthcare to be able to pay for new eyelids. But no. No, the big rich industrialist doesn't want them to have eyelids. If only kids like these had government healthcare, you know, like they do in the U.K. Do you see any eyeless children in the U.K.? No. Sweden? Have you seen Abba? They have got eyelids, you bet. Don't look directly at any of our American bands, no. No lids. And if they do have lids, it's because they made enough money to go over to Sweden and get an eyelid transplant.

Same kind of thing happened to 22‑year‑old Gary Reinbach. He didn't have lids ‑‑ well, he had lids, but he drank too many adult beverages and he was in dire need of a liver transplant. Okay, so he had some adult beverages. He was making a choice. Unfortunately for Gary under his universal healthcare plan, he didn't qualify for a liver donor under the strict national healthcare service rules. "We've got to be strict. We've got to be able to have enough money for those eyeless kids ‑‑ well, not eyeless. They get eyes if they are eyeless, but they get eyes and eyelids." Anyway, Gary was an alcoholic. Those bums. According to his family, he was desperately trying to get better, and a few weeks earlier he had checked into Alcoholics Anonymous. Unfortunately that wasn't proof enough for the powers that be, you know, the people that Charlie Rangel talks to in the elevator. They refused treatment for Gary and he died. He was 22 years old. 22. He had an addiction. He died. Now we can take his eyelids off of his dead body and give them to children in this grand universal healthcare scheme. I don't know about you, but I can't wait for government healthcare. All the caring, all the loving that's going on. They just want to give you healthcare coverage. That's all. It has nothing to do with power, control over people. No, no, no, no. It's about you. They love you. They loved Gary. The doctors, it's said by me, that they held him and they wept with him as he died. They just, they couldn't understand why some wouldn't let him die, why some would say, "Hey, he was 22." Okay, maybe I don't want to give him my liver, but is there anybody else out there that wants to give him liver? You know what I mean? How about a cow? Can we try to stitch in a cow liver for the guy? What do you say we give him a roll? He's 22 years old. What do you say? No? How is it that we just don't care? He started drinking when he was 13. You don't want to give him a liver? Do you know what he went through as a child? Do you know what his childhood was like? Oh, my gosh. Do you know what his parents were like? "No, I have no idea what his parents were like, either, and I don't really care." Isn't that what we're all supposed to do? We're supposed to talk like this? He had a bad childhood, and his whole childhood he laid awake at night because dust was coming from the ceiling. He didn't have any eyelids. They love you. It's about you. It's about your healthcare... unless you are the main cause of your health problem and you can't prove that you're going to get better. Like me, I'm an alcoholic. All alcoholics will tell you, once you hit recovery, you'll never, ever drink again. You're done. I could work at a ‑‑ I could be a taste tester at Jack Daniels. I could prove it today. In fact, I might. Oh, and this administration might make me want to. If you can't prove you are going to get better, well, they have to kill you. But hey, at least you didn't have to make a copay for that last hospital visit.